My head whipped back, searching for Declan and admitting to myself that my carefree attitude was purely because I knew he was there in case something went wrong — because Derek told him to keep me safe.
But then Declan froze.
And I froze because he froze.
Which was becoming a pattern.
“What was that?” I hissed, eyes darting around.
Declan didn’t answer. His eyes went wide, pupils blown, nostrils flaring like he was scenting the air. The two older men he’d been chatting with looked at him, then ran off after a curt nod from my companion. They were surprisingly spry for their age.
“Declan?”
He swallowed, his eyes finally finding me. “We need to move.”
“Move where?”
“Away.”
“From what?”
He didn’t answer. He just grabbed my arm — gently, but firmly — and pulled me behind him as
